A Skinny Body


Inside, they consume me

the words of society

filled with rejection


My heart aches and throbs 

as I'm wrapped in the image

of pure pefection


Yet I can not grasp

no matter the cost I take,

the hunger, the pain


Countless hours spent

counting, weighing, measuring,

only to fall short


And as I glance at

myself before the mirror,

hating what I see


I can only think

and dream and strive toward who I

think I should become 


A perfect image

with happiness received by

a skinny body 



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